And...

She is falling.
She doesn't know why, it simply just so.
That he is in the sky, the trees, the blossoms exploding in this Indian summer; in the air, the light, the gleam of this bright moon. He is made of tainted glass; every color of the rainbow, peach cake and cherry liqueur.

But mostly, he has a feeling of coming home; and leaves one single word echoing through this crisp night when he lets go of her hand....

Yes.

Nick Drake – Northern Sky

Hello

The window to the hallway was made of glass; fragments, slices, orbits and shapes the color of the rainbow. And when the sun shone through it the dust-particles glittered like a thousand diamonds; little stars shooting through the air, tiny specs of the fragile hopes we use to build our lives with. (The night closed in on us on a deserted sidewalk - the wind brisk, blowing new air into our lungs.) I sat there watching - through your eyes - something I had never seen.

And I knew I had finally arrived.

Jónsi – Sun

Dawn

Man - it took you long enough.
Time - for no thoughts. (They are not necessary: I know you without knowing you.)
Limbs - moving. (But you are next to me.)
How - can you be so perfect for me?
Your jacket - around my shoulders.
Your eyes, your mind - like mine, but different.
Words - not too big or to small, just right.

I - am ready.

PS: What are you doing for the rest of your life?

Hellsongs – I Just Want You